"But after Urbian was born, I gradually noticed the kind of smiles they showed him, smiles they'd never shown me; it wasn't an illusion, for whenever they saw me, those smiles would vanish immediately."
Elaphia spoke as if unconsciously raising her hand, summoning a Pure Demon Blade with a familiar yet near-instinctual technique of magic manipulation, fluttering like a butterfly in the air.
"I saw the expectations our father had for my brother, his state of constantly supervising and pushing him in his cultivation day in and day out. Suddenly, I understood that the advice he used to give me when I practiced swordsmanship couldn't really be called expectations."
The blond young girl's cheeks bore a complex, subtle smile.
"It was nothing more than pity."
"I'm sorry," Li Ang sighed softly.
